"Not a day goes by that I ask for wisdom and guidance. I know that my flesh blocks the proper nutrients I need from you to know the way to walk, and to see the path in front of me, all I'm asking is that you guide my feet, and if I stumble in the piotholes of my dirty heart, allow me permission to raise back up, dust myself off and try again? Not a day goes by that I wonder if your full of smiles, fiery angry at the decisions I make, or the empty promises found in my prayers, but all I ask is that you don't turn your ear away from me, and continue to listen to me, cause only you I'm just as transparent with the profanity. Not a day goes by, My Lord that I don't ask that you continue to grant me that fear of you, so that I may stay in your presence, not in this imperfect body, full of lies and death."
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